I just spent the last hour or so sorting my bookmarks. I used to follow many blogs. Now? Not so much. I don’t know if it’s due to lack of time, lack of interest or simply because. I know some simply took a break, some just disappeared and others are posting randomly. I realise also Bacefook and Rwittet are keeping a lot of old bloggers busy. These social thingy are real time suckers. Plus, some of us actually do have lives; so all this together is giving Blogsville a different colour all together.
I will admit I do miss the excitement of before. I used to love how we’d interact and comment and post regularly. Now, I read people’s status update of Bacefook (where I do spend too much time, playing games). I don’t do the bird thing. Enough already. If I’m not interesting enough to read (on here), then why would you want to know what I’m thinking during the day? Same shit, different time or tool. Nah, that I will not do.
While I was revisiting some blogs, and deleting their bookmarks, it stroked a cord just how much these (you) people were/are part of my life. Today, I was wearing a pair of earrings made by Periwinkle and at dinner he asked if those were from my blend. That’s how much blogging has become part of my life. I’ve made blends, but I also thing I’ve made real friends. I really do care about my “regulars”. Like anything in life, I have my favourites. It just happened.
I will hit my fourth year of blogging in April; it’s been a while, hasn’t it? At times it feels like only yesterday I was starting and other times, it feels like ages ago. I’m still enjoying it, and it is a good place for me to vent and such. I won’t pretend I don’t care if people reads me or not, because I do care. I enjoy having readers. I wish some of you would delurk, but it’s ok, all in good times, right? Who knows what the future holds, but one thing for sure, if you keep reading I’ll keep on posting.